"He was."
"If I tell you a secret will you swear to keep it?"
"Your secrets are generally startling, but on the present occasion who runs may read. Lindsay was in camp with you for two months; picturesque surroundings, propinquity, a very pretty married woman—I see it all—he made love to you."
"Wrong—guess again."
"Why guess—there was no one else."
"Pray, what do you call Mrs. Gordon?"
"I call her the best woman I have ever known—surely her influence——"
Angel raised her slender white hand in protest, and said:
"Here is my secret—please keep it. Alan Lindsay is in love—with Mrs. Gordon."
"Angel!" cried her husband, with a vehemence that brought Sam out of his bed, and caused the ayah to creep to a doorway.